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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.