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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
The Victims,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.