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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.