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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.