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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.