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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.