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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.