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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.