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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.