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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.