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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.