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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.