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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.