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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
JFA,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.