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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.