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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vogues to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.