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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.