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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.