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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.