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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.