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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.