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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.