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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.