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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.