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 France and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Echospace,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.