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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.