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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.