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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Can,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.