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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Niagra to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.