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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.