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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.