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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.