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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.