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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.