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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.