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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.