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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.