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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.