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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.