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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.