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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.