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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.