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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.