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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.