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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.