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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Organ to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Index,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Gong,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.