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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.