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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.