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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.