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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.