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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.