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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.