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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Brick,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.