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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.