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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
PIL,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.