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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.