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 Turkey 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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.