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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bush Tetras 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.