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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.