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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.