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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.