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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.