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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.