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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.