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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.