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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
X-102,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.