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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.