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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.