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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.