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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.