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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.