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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.