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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.