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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.