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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.