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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.