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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.