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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.