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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.