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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.