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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.