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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.