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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Nas to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
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.