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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.