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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Scion,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Technova,
The Busters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.