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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.