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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.