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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.