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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.