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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.