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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.