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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
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Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.