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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.