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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.