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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Scion,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.