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 France and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.