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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Monks,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.