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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
MC5,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.