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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.