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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.