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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.