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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.