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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Nico,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.