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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.