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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.