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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.