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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.