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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Gong,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
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.