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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.