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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.