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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.