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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Pole,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.