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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Oneida,
Smog,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.