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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Litter,
New Order,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.