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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.