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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.