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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.