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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.