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 Finland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.