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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.