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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.