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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Skarface,
ABC,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.