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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Crime,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.