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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Nas,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.