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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.