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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.