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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.