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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 10cc to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.