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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.