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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.