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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.