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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.