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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.