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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.