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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.