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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.