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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.