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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Zapp,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Smog,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.