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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.