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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.