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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.