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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Television,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.