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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.