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 Comoros and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.