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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.