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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
X-101,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.