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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Organ,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.