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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.