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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.