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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.