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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.