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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Franke,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.