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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.