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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.