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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
John Cale,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.