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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.