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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Organ,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.