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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.