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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.