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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.