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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
The Leaves,
Index,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.