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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.