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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Can,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.