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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
ABC,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.