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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Magazine,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.