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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.