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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.