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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.