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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.