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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.