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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.