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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
UT,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.