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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.