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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.