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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.