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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.