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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.