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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.