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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.