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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
John Holt,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.