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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.