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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.