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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.