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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.