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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.