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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.