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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Wire,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.