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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.