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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.