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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.