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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.