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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.