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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.