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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.