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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.