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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.