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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.