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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.