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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.