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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.