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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Ossler,
X-101,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.