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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.