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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.