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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.