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 Iran and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.