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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.