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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.