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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.