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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.