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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.