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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.