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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.