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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.