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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.