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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.