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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.