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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Q65,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.