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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.