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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.