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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Gories,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
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.