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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Skaos,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.