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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.