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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
UT,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.