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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry 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 electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.