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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
MDC,
World's Most,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.