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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
AZ,
Nico,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.