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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.