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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Index,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.