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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.