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 Austria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
the Association,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.