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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.