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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.