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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the disco 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.