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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Nas,
Skaos,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
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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.