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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Model 500,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.