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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Brick,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.