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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.