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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.