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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.