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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.