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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.