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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Swans,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.