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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.