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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.