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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.