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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
AZ,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.