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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.