Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.