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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.