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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.