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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.