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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.