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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.