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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Unwound,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.