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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.