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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.