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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.