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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.