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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
UT,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Monks,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.