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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.