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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Television,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.