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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.