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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.