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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.