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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.