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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.