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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.