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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.