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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.