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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.