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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.