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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Magma,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.