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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.