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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.