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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
MDC,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.