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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.