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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.