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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Visage,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.