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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Index,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.