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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.