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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.