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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.