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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.