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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.