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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
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.