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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.