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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.