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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.