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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.