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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.