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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.