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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.