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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.