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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.