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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Can,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.