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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Busters,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.