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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.