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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.