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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.