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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.