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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.