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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.