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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.