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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.