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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.