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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.