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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.