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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.