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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pussy Galore 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.