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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.