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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Mars,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.