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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Gories,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.