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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.