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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.