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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.