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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.