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 Kuwait 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.