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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.