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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.