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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
New Order,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.