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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.