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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.