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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.