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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.