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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Technova,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.