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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.