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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.