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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.