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 New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.