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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.