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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.