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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.