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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.