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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.