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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.