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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.