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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.