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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.