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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.