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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.