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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.