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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Swans,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.