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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.