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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.