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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.