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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.