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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.