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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.