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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.