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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.