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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.