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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.