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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.