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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Organ,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.