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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.