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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.