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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.