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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.