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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.