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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Can,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.