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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.