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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.