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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.