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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.