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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Ronan,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.