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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.