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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Index,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.