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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.