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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.