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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.