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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.