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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.