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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.