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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.