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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.