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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.