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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.