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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.