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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.