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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.