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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
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James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.