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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.