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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Visage,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.