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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.