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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.