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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.