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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.