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 United States and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.