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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.