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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.