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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.