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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.