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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.