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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
UT,
Faust,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.