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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.