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 China 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.