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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.