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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.