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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.