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 China and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Gong,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.