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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.