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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Technova,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.