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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.