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 Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.