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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.