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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.