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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.