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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.