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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.