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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Pole,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.