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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.