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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.