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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Organ,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.