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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.