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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.