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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.