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 China and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
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.