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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.