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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.