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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.