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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Monolake,
cv313,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.