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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.