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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.