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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.