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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.