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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.