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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.