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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.