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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.