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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Television,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.