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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.