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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.