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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.