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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.