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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.