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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.