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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.