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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.