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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.