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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.