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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.