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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.