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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
MDC,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.