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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.