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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.