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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
10cc,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.