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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.