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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.