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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.