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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.