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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.