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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.