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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
DNA,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.