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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.