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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.