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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.