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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.