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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ituana 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.