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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.