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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.