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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.