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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.