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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.