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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.