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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.