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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.