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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
The Index,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.