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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.