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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.