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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Josef K,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.