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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.