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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.