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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.