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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.