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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.