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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.