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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.