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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.