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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.