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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.