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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.