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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.