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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.