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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.