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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.