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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
UT,
Ice-T,
Can,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.