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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.