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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.