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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.