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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Slave,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.