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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.