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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.