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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Japan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.