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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.