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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.