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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.