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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.