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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.