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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
UT,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.