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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.