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 Laos 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.