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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.