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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Organ,
John Holt,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.