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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.