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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.