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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.