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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.