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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.