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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.