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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.