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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.