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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.